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Dream Whispers

  By K. L. Bauman

  Copyright © 2011 K. L. Bauman

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1 ~ The Way It Began

  Chapter 2 ~ Angel

  Chapter 3 ~ Becca

  Chapter 4 ~ The Creepy Kasden House

  Chapter 5 ~ Lost

  Chapter 6 ~ Crash

  Chapter 7 ~The Touch

  Chapter 8 ~ The Bully and the Hero

  Chapter 9 ~ The Picnic

  Chapter 10 ~ Oh! The Irony!

  Chapter 11 ~ At First Sight

  Chapter 12 ~ Fear

  Chapter 13 ~ Too Many Questions

  Chapter 14 ~ The Locket

  Chapter 15 ~ Convictions

  Chapter 16 ~ Enough

  Chapter 17 ~ The Darkness

  Chapter 18 ~ Music Mage

  Chapter 19 ~ Dark Spell

  Chapter 20 ~ Torn Heart

  Chapter 21 ~ Black

  Chapter 22 ~ Memory Echos

  Chapter 23 ~ The Discovery

  Chapter 24 ~ Missing Faces

  Chapter 25 ~ Clues

  Chapter 26 ~ Ghost Hunter

  Chapter 27 ~ Evidence

  Chapter 28 ~ Mysterious Gift

  Chapter 29 ~ Kayde Harper

  Chapter 30 ~ The Basement

  Chapter 31 ~ Broken Pieces

  Chapter 32 ~ The True Mage Master

  Chapter 33 ~ Open Your Heart

  Chapter 34 ~ Capturing the Gift

  Chapter 35~ Just Sing

  Chapter 36 ~ Life

  Chapter 37 ~ The Reveal

  Chapter 38 ~ Forever

  About the Author

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  Prologue

  His eyes followed the pale, pre-dawn light as it brushed across Becca’s porcelain cheek. He traced her pink rose-petal eyelids with his ghostly fingers, though his touch was nothing but air against her skin. His eyes followed the path of his fingers as they trailed the side of her face, over her cheek, along her jaw line, and to her mouth. Her lips were parted in a pout, allowing her soft breath to escape. Gentle wisps of strawberry blond hair, that amazing color of a blushing sun, caressed her cheek and neck. Music played in his mind; Becca’s song—that sweet, haunting melody he heard any time he was with her or even thought of her. It was music void of words, but filled with a supernatural intensity that drew him to her.

  He traced her mouth, wishing desperately he could kiss her, feel her warmth, hold her. Sadness stabbed him, piercing his transparent skin and cutting his invisible heart like shards of ice. How could this be happening?

  Becca sighed and smiled, causing him to pull away. After waiting a moment, he leaned close to her ear and, brushing his mouth against her hair, spoke her name; his voice flowed past his lips in a caressing whisper, “Rabecca.”

  He gasped when Becca’s eyes snapped open. Their ice blue color leapt out at him before she lurched upright, passing through his form. He jolted to his feet in shock. Had she actually heard him? His ghostly heart nearly beat its way out of his chest. (Was his real heart doing the same?) He watched her cock her head and hold her breath. She was waiting, listening!

  Daring to hope, he whispered her name again. A sigh of wind whispered through the screen of Becca’s open bedroom window as her name escaped his lips. Her head jerked toward the sound before she released her breath and flopped back to her pillow. He stood frozen in anticipation. Mumbling something about whispering dreams, Becca closed her eyes and breathed evenly.

  He slowly released the air from his lungs as hope fled the room. A summer storm rumbled in the distance as it left the area. He felt himself fading. He tightened his hands in frustrated fists. Somehow, he had to make her remember. She had to remember him before it was too late…